Big Spender.
Oh hey-hey, pretty little lady,
Maybe when it’s late-late, you could come and save me?
Don’t lock your keys-keys in your car baby,
This is not no slumber party, girl don’t hate me.
Just fill up that glass with that bubbly blood,
Knock it right back and give up the grudge,
Show me that dance like you know what’s up,
I’m in a trance, that was good stuff.
No sheets, no covers, you are not no lover,
I’m a big spender, did you catch my thunder?
Mismatch then wonder, would two broads be funner?
I’m under the influence and I could not be dumber.
Five white, T-E-C’s, don’t greet me, defeat me,
I breathe fire, so slay me, my dragon scales, so wavy.
(Oh la la la, this is, this is fun.)
